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<\/p>\nI became my little sister\u2019s parent before I was old enough to become an adult myself. I believed that keeping food on the table and a roof over our heads was enough. Then she spent every dollar of her lunch money buying a birthday cake for a lonely boy in the hospital. The next morning, a black balloon and a red box appeared in our yard, and everything I thought I understood about love changed.
\nThe morning after my little sister used every coin she owned to buy a birthday cake for a boy staying in the hospital, I opened our front door and discovered our front lawn filled with balloons.<\/p>\n
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Dozens of them had been tied to bricks and placed throughout the damp grass.<\/p>\n
Right in the middle stood one huge black balloon. Beneath it rested a red box.<\/p>\n
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Della, my little sister, clutched the back of my shirt. \u201cSyd, who is that from?\u201d<\/p>\n
I couldn\u2019t answer. My stomach had already sunk.<\/p>\n
A note had been taped to the lid.<\/p>\n
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\u201cYou came to my window every day. Nobody else did. And nobody knew anything about me. Please open it.\u201d<\/p>\n
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I had been raising Della alone since I was nineteen.<\/p>\n
Eight years earlier, our parents disappeared during a hiking trip and never returned. One week I was arguing with Mom about staying out too late. The following week I was signing school paperwork for Della with trembling hands.<\/p>\n
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By the time Della turned eight, our life had settled into a routine. She had the bedroom. I slept on a foldout couch while working breakfast shifts at a diner and evening hours in a pharmacy stockroom.<\/p>\n
Della never complained.<\/p>\n
That frightened me more than if she had.<\/p>\n
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One Thursday night, I was folding laundry while she sat cross-legged on the floor, rattling an old mint tin full of coins.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou\u2019re eating lunch at school, right?\u201d I asked.<\/p>\n
Della froze.<\/p>\n
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\u201cI\u2019m eating parts of lunch, Syd.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cParts?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThe free parts.\u201d<\/p>\n
I set down the shirt I was holding.<\/p>\n
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\u201cDella.\u201d<\/p>\n
She sighed like an exhausted grandmother trapped inside an eight-year-old body.<\/p>\n
\u201cNobody dies from skipping canned peaches.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy are you saving lunch money, monkey?\u201d<\/p>\n
She hugged the tin tightly.<\/p>\n
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\u201cI have a project. A hospital boy.\u201d<\/p>\n
The hospital was two blocks from her school. Della walked with the Keene children and Mrs. Keene, who crossed them safely at the intersection.<\/p>\n
Even so, my chest tightened.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat hospital boy?\u201d<\/p>\n
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\u201cThe one in the third-floor window. He watches us walk by.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou talked to him?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo. At first, I just waved.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAt first?\u201d<\/p>\n
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\u201cToday, he was outside,\u201d she said. \u201cIn the garden. In a wheelchair with a green blanket. Nurse Gloria was with him, so Mrs. Keene said I could say hi.\u201d<\/p>\n
I finally breathed again.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat did you say?\u201d<\/p>\n
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\u201cI asked if he was the window boy.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe asked if I was the waving girl.\u201d<\/p>\n
A shy smile appeared on her face.<\/p>\n
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\u201cHis name is Tobias. He turns 11 tomorrow. He likes dinosaurs and hates vanilla pudding.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou learned all that today?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe talks fast when someone listens.\u201d<\/p>\n
That sentence stayed with me.<\/p>\n
I looked at the tin.<\/p>\n
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And the lunch money?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe said nobody was coming for his birthday.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHoney, his parents may have reasons.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI know,\u201d she said. \u201cBut he still looked sad.\u201d<\/p>\n
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Then she opened her backpack and pulled out a small grocery-store cake and a cheap dinosaur toy with one crooked eye.<\/p>\n
\u201cI spent $11.40,\u201d she said. \u201cEvery coin I had.\u201d<\/p>\n
My eyes stung.<\/p>\n
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\u201cYou gave away all your lunch money?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI didn\u2019t give it away. I used it.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cFor a boy you barely know?\u201d<\/p>\n
Her chin lifted.<\/p>\n
\u201cI know him.\u201d<\/p>\n
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\u201cWaving at someone isn\u2019t knowing them, Della.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThen how come I know he pretends not to cry when his mom leaves fast?\u201d
\nI had no answer.<\/p>\n
I wrapped my arms around her.<\/p>\n
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\u201cYou can\u2019t skip lunch to be kind,\u201d I whispered. \u201cNext time, you tell me. We figure it out together.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou\u2019re always figuring out bills,\u201d she mumbled.<\/p>\n
\u201cWe\u2019ll do it properly,\u201d I said. \u201cWe\u2019ll go to the front desk. We\u2019ll ask. If they say no, we listen.\u201d<\/p>\n
She leaned back.<\/p>\n
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\u201cSo yes?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cSo maybe.\u201d<\/p>\n
Her smile nearly broke me.<\/p>\n
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The following afternoon, I left the diner with aching feet, picked Della up, and we walked to the hospital together.<\/p>\n
She carried the cake as if it were made of glass.<\/p>\n
At the reception desk, I asked if we could see Tobias on the pediatric floor.<\/p>\n
The woman typed something into her computer and shook her head.<\/p>\n
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\u201cOnly approved visitors can go up.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cCould you call Nurse Gloria?\u201d I asked. \u201cPlease?\u201d<\/p>\n
Ten minutes later, Nurse Gloria came downstairs.<\/p>\n
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\u201cHi, sweetie,\u201d she said to Della. \u201cAnd you must be Sydney.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cSyd,\u201d Della corrected softly. \u201cPeople who love her call her Syd.\u201d<\/p>\n
Nurse Gloria smiled.<\/p>\n
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\u201cWe can\u2019t allow a regular visit, but Tobias is in the family lounge. Della can hand him the gift there, with me present.\u201d Family<\/p>\n
\u201cThank you,\u201d I said.<\/p>\n
Tobias sat in his wheelchair with a green blanket across his lap. The moment he saw Della, his entire face brightened.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou came inside,\u201d he said.<\/p>\n
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Della held up the grocery bag.<\/p>\n
\u201cI brought birthday stuff.\u201d<\/p>\n
His eyes dropped to the bag.<\/p>\n
\u201cFor me?\u201d<\/p>\n
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\u201cYes, for you,\u201d she said, smiling.<\/p>\n
He laughed.<\/p>\n
It was small, but real.<\/p>\n
She handed him the stuffed dinosaur.<\/p>\n
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\u201cIt\u2019s a dinosaur,\u201d she said. \u201cOne eye is funny, so he might need glasses.\u201d<\/p>\n
Tobias touched the crooked face.<\/p>\n
\u201cI like him.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThe cake got smushed,\u201d<\/p>\n
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\u201cThat\u2019s the best side,\u201d he replied.<\/p>\n
A security guard appeared near the doorway.<\/p>\n
Nurse Gloria\u2019s smile faded.<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m sorry. That\u2019s all the time we have.\u201d<\/p>\n
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Della looked up.<\/p>\n
\u201cAlready?\u201d<\/p>\n
The guard kept his tone gentle.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou\u2019re not on the approved list.\u201d<\/p>\n
I stepped forward.<\/p>\n
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\u201cShe\u2019s eight. She saved her lunch money for this.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI know,\u201d he said. \u201cBut I have to follow policy.\u201d<\/p>\n
Tobias held the dinosaur tighter.<\/p>\n
Della\u2019s chin trembled.<\/p>\n
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\u201cCan he still eat the cake?\u201d<\/p>\n
Nurse Gloria nodded.<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019ll make sure he does.\u201d<\/p>\n
Inside the elevator, Della wiped her eyes with her sleeve.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy did it feel like we were in trouble?\u201d<\/p>\n
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\u201cWe weren\u2019t,\u201d I said. \u201cHospital rules, baby girl. I\u2019m sorry.\u201d<\/p>\n
The next day, Nurse Gloria brought Tobias to the garden window. Della stood outside with me and Mrs. Keene and sang \u201cHappy Birthday\u201d with both hands pressed against the glass.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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